Growing up, I can always remember my mom making 3 large loaves of homemade crusty Italian bread for our family, every week. I couldn't wait for my mom to slice into a freshly baked loaf or bun, still warm, and spread butter on it. As we grew older, and our eating styles changed, and we moved out (my siblings first, then me eventually), there was less need to make so many loaves every week.
A couple of weeks ago my kids stayed with my mom for the day and she made homemade bread with them; my kids loved it. Michael said to Nonna "I didn't know you were so talented"... he's always saying things that crack us up. They each made their own mini loaves which they brought home, still warm, and we enjoyed, with butter.
